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My world is shrinking to fit my size
No more travels far and wide
Less is more put to the test.
Resolved, I receive more than I can give
With expectation I look ahead.

Quick enough a challenge came.
Doctor found upon my back
Basal cell cancers he would remove.
Procedure for me is old hat
But how to manage the bandage change?

Clearly I cannot by myself
I will have to ask for help.
Foreign to my can-do soul
I accept what must be done
I’ll ask my friends.

At home with foreign destinations
I stalled at walking down the hall
To knock on doors to state my quest
To apartment neighbors on my floor.
Five lovely women all said “yes”.

With zip-lock bag of necessaries
I appear to bare my back
To ministrations while we talk.
Novel way for back-fence chats
To bring us close.